Chương 1180: The Death of Black Robe

A smile of self-mockery appeared on Wang Zhice's lips, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

On the night that Xuelao City had been broken, right after the threat of an invasion from the Sacred Light Continent had been resolved, he was now confronting an assault from four of humanity's Divine Domain experts.

"In Sir's view, this is probably a very sad affair, and so it is for me."

Chen Changsheng continued, "I have read Sir's notebook, and read many books about Sir. I truly hoped that I would not see Sir tonight, as only this way could you still remain a legend in my heart."

Wang Zhice released Black Robe's hands and walked down the steps. Calmly regarding the crowd, he said, "My apologies."

A voice suddenly broke the tension.

"I say… Can everybody just be a little bit more respectful to me? This is my home."

The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, "Shouldn't I be the tragic hero tonight?"